A blush crept across Anya's face as she said softly, "Wynne, you always know how to tease me."Now, all eyes were on Frederick.Wynne didn't believe this country bumpkin, who didn't even understand the hand-kissing gesture, could know Mothian."Just a heads-up, Mr. York. Westargian cuisine is served in separate courses, so everyone orders their own dishes. But no worries, if Mothian isn't your forte, just tell me and I'll be happy to translate for you."Anya was well aware of Frederick's background and knew formal education wasn't his strong suit. She worried he wouldn't understand Mothian and wanted to intervene, saving him from embarrassment.Surprisingly, Frederick took the menu, scanned it slowly, and then let out a scoff."Do you even know where you are? Ordering in Mothian? How unsophisticated."Anya and Wynne braced themselves for another rant about Salmasian customs. Anya couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment washed over her.This man simply lacked refineme

Observing Anya's frown, Wynne mistook her displeasure for disappointment in Frederick's meager salary, which would barely cover the cost of their current meal.Feeling self-satisfied, he continued his relentless verbal attack. "Mr. York, would you be interested in working at my company? If you're competent enough, you could be a supervisor earning over ten thousand dollars a month. "A man should find ways to provide for his woman, especially a goddess like Ann. She deserves a capable man who can take care of her."As Wynne spoke, he puffed out his chest, subtly signaling to Anya that he was the man who could truly provide for her. However, Frederick only smiled faintly. He recognized Wynne's fundamental misunderstanding of Anya. These words would only serve to undermine Wynne's efforts. With a tone of righteous indignation, Frederick responded, "Men and women are equals. Women aren't mere accessories to men; they have the ability to find their own happiness. My sweetheart is a

Wynne was stunned and hurriedly shoved the stockings back into his pocket.They must have fallen out during his earlier emotional breakdown.With a desperate attempt at saving his reputation, he stammered, "These are products from my company. I have a meeting with a client later, and these are samples."Anya was now convinced of Wynne's peculiar hobby and felt her opinion of him plummet.Desperate to end the conversation, she turned to Frederick and said, "Let's eat. We've talked enough."Wynne sensed her disgust and frantically tried to defend himself."Ann, I swear, I'm not a pervert. Please believe me."Anya noticed the curious glances from other diners who had overheard their conversation and felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment."Can we please drop this topic? Whether or not you have a fetish is of no concern to me."Wynne realized the extent of his blunder.He flushed crimson and glared at Frederick. This guy was proving to be a formidable adversary. Then, his eyes f

Anya was curious. She wondered how Frederick could resolve the situation with Wynne, who was in a drunken rage.Frederick calmly approached Wynne and said, "You won't die by hurting yourself. Why not just jump off the window?"He gestured toward a nearby window.Wynne's mind was muddled by alcohol, and he suddenly perked up."Of course! Why didn't I think of that? Mr. York, you're a really good person!" he exclaimed, rising to his feet.Anya glared at Frederick in disbelief. "Is this your solution?"Frederick nodded with a cheerful smile. "Of course, if he jumps, he won't be hitting himself anymore or making a scene. Problem solved!"Anya swallowed hard at Frederick's logic. "What if he dies? Aren't you worried about the consequences?"Frederick smiled faintly. "It's just the second floor. He won't die, he might break a leg at most. Since he wants to die, I simply offered him a more effective method, and he even should thank me for it."Meanwhile, Wynne was already perched at

Olivia's eyes widened as she recognized the dapper man before her was none other than the carefree Frederick who had ingeniously persuaded all the other interviewees to leave the day before."Mr. York! It's you!" she exclaimed.Frederick laughed heartily. "Indeed, it is. How could you not recognize me? Weren't you expressing your gratitude yesterday? Could it be you were merely being polite?"Olivia shook her head fervently. "No, Mr. York! Why would I lie? It's just that you look so different today!Frederick chuckled. It seemed like a new coat of paint could transform a house into a mansion. A simple change of attire and a bit of grooming had transformed him beyond recognition."Didn't Ms. Mallin comment on my casual attire yesterday? I had no choice but to dress up today."Olivia nodded in understanding, acknowledging that a high-end company demanded a more formal appearance. She glanced at her own simple floral dress, a hint of self-consciousness coloring her cheeks.As they